Page 50 of Gambler's Fallacy

“Absolutely.” I let go of his wrists so I can push our pants down. “I got you, and a job, out of it. Best day of my life.”

He hums. “I thought… for a while that getting picked up by Caleb was a bad day. But…” He lets out a soft moan as my half-hard cock brushes his ass. “But I think it was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

I spit into my hand and stroke myself. I know a bit about howSeven ended up here—and the kinds of people that are chasing him—but it’s hard for me to conceptualize. I’ve always known Seven and Caleb astogether.

“Spread your ass for me, Seven,” I say. I almost call him a pet name, but I feel weird about using a generic word like “babe”or “sweetheart,” and I definitely can’t call him“love.”

I choke on that thought.

Do I want to call him that? Is what I feel for him something like that?

He reaches behind himself, spreading his ass cheeks for me — completely unaware of my line of thinking.

It would probably freak him out, too.

I stroke myself a few more times to get myself fully hard. “You want me to find lube for you?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t need lube.” He looks over his shoulder, flashing me a seductive smile that goes right to my cock. “I just need you.”

I smile back and rub the tip of my cock against his hole. “Yeah? What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me senseless.” He doesn’t miss a beat before teasing, “You think you can do that?”

I groan, but I manage to hold back from simply ramming into him. Instead, I tease his hole by sliding the tip inside and holding there. “Like this?”

He whines. “No. Not like that. I wantmore.” He tries to push back against me, but I don’t let him. “Havoc! Don’t be mean.”

I pull out to hear the disappointed noise Seven makes. “I’m not mean!” I joke, rubbing my cock along his hole. Precum smears against his skin, and I spread his cheeks wider so I can get a better look.

“Come on,” he wheedles. “I didn’t get fucked the other night. I’ve been wanting it so bad.”

I’d tease him for longer, but the tension I’ve been holding in my body all evening needs release. I line up and slam into him all the way, digging my fingersinto his skin.

Seven cries out, leaning more over the counter so he can get his ass higher in the air. “Oh, god,” he whimpers. “Yes, fuck, Havoc, I—” His breathing gets shaky. “Please.”

I pull out almost all the way, then slam in again with even more force. Seven moans, not complaining at all about how the island counter must be digging into his stomach. I fuck him roughly, leaving bruises and leaning down to nip and bite.

All the while, he keeps making those soft, needy noises, gasping when I bite him harder but only encouraging me with how he shoves himself back onto my cock over and over again. “You… You can always hurt me,” he pants. “I want it. I want it so much.”

I don’t know that rough sex has ever been thiscomforting. I used to fuck guys all the time like this, with spit for lube in inappropriate locations. But even during the fucking, part of me felt slimy about it.

Now, it only feels good.

I keep thrusting, moaning when Seven tightens his ass for me.

“Gonna come,” I warn him.

He fumbles for a second, then his breathing hitches as he shifts slightly. I assume it’s to get his hand on his own cock, because I feel him moving a little more against me. “Harder first?” he pleads.

“Yeah.” I speed up—then growl and pull out entirely. Seven whines, but I turn him around and lift him up on the kitchen island, back on the counter and legs in the air, so I can slam into him from this angle.

“O-oh,” he pants. “Yes, that— There—” He jerks his own cock furiously, lifting his ass up so I can get to his hole more easily.

I hear something—I don’t know what—but I ignore it in favor of fucking Seven as hard as I can. I leave bruises from how tightly I’m gripping his thighs to keep him in place.

“Come on, Seven,” I pant, “Let me see you come. Let go.”

He nods, biting his lip hard enough to where I’m sure it’s going to swell enticingly. His expression is full of pleasure and need, and it only takes him a handful of strokes before he’s gasping and spilling all over his hand. “Now,” he begs. “Need you tofill me.”

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